When I first moved up on this hill, the farm was different; life was also different. I was very young and from my present view point, knew very little. Not knowing was fine with me as I dove into the days spent at my new home, discovering a geography of hills, gullys, creeks and deer paths. Our home at that time was much more secluded, being at the end of an almost impassable right-of-way road.
Can You Find the Road? By-The-Way, that is the same spruce from the bottom of yesterday's blog with the fake presents
Rain changed everything as the steep hill became a muddy track accessible only with four-wheel drive. Snow brought even more excitement. That's when our hill became an adventure! After locking the tire's hubs into four-wheel drive, we would start in the lower part of the lane where it was flat, building as much speed as possible to hit the hill flying in our red, big-wheeled pickup truck. If we had enough speed we could make it up over the ice and snow, bouncing over a rock ledge then, hopefully have enough momentum to slip and slide over the final hump, grinding the tires into the snow as we barely made it up over the lip of the hill to where we were once again level. At that point the road ahead was was only a vague memory as we drove across a field of snow, then through the woods until we arrived safely to our cabin, parking right at the front door. A grassy yard and parking circle were still only vague ideas.